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New Ebay delivery service

When we decided it was time for an upgrade to Blue Rover’s hot water system, little did we know what we were starting!

We replaced the existing vertical calorifier located in the engine room with a new horizontal version which we could fit under the bed (toasty!) But what to do with the old and perfectly servicable calorifier? Ebay seemed the perfect solution.

Seven days later and the calorifier was sold to it new owner. We just needed to get it to him.

Loading on to Blue Rover ready for the delivery trip
Loading on to Blue Rover ready for the delivery trip

With Blue Rover based at Anderton on the T&M and the new owner at Preston Brook Marina at the bottom of the Runcorn  Arm, the answer seemed obvious. Delivery by narrowboat wasn’t an option on the Ebay menu but what the heck! Arrangements were made and the calorifer was shipped aboard Blur Rover for the journey to Preston Brook. 3 hours, 3 tunnels and 1 lock later, delivery was made to the new owner on their project boat, a 70ft x 12ft ex trip boat with an interesting feature – propellors and rudders at both ends – no need to wind. I know a few people who would benefit from this addition!

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Safe arrival and handover at Preston Brook Marina

Good luck to Mick in his project. I hope his new calorifier provides many years of hot water. Maybe our experience will open up a whole new option for Ebay deliveries?

Homeward Bound – Days 5 & 6

Stowaways – 1

Wales – 0 (Portugal 2)

Swan attacks -1

Flesh eating horse fly attacks – 1

Day 5 dawned bright and sunny (this is getting monotonous) and we set off at 8 am on what would prove to be a long day’s cruise. Overnight I had been informed that ‘the toilet appears to be overflowing‘ it didn’t appear to be overflowing, it WAS overflowing – and guess who had to deal with it!

Inevitably my focus was on reaching the CRT services at Great Heywood and normalising the toilet situation. As we passed through Rugeley we suddenly realised we needed a provisions restock (actually I think my crew needed to visit the toilet at Tesco) so they were both despatched as I cruised on alone. I don’t think they appreciated that typical cruising speed is pretty similar to typical walking speed so it could take HOURS for them to catch up. Eventually I relented I slowed to wait for them.

The swan attack took place in the afternoon as a (perfectly reasonable) swan took offence to crew member Neil being in the vicinity and decide to lash out. Neil cranked the throttle and left the neighbourhood. Peace returned as we headed for Stone.

Good thing we hadn’t planned to stop in Stone. There was NO space. This seems to be pretty common in the area (in my experience). As we ascended Stone locks we passed the birthplace of my favourite narrowboat (Strathspey – if anyone knows the owner and can convince them to sell for a fair price, give me a call!)

Then ensued our daily debate of what to do for the evening – pub or countryside. The pub on offer was the Plume of Feathers at Barlaston and, as regular readers of this stuff will know, we aren’t impressed. The earlier correspondent from May tried to convince that it was really OK despite their rant here.

We weren’t swayed and my home made macaroni cheese at a mooring as far from the railway line as possible was order of the day.

Question: Has anyone visited Lakeside Tavern? It is marked in Pearson but there is no reference in the text. Last TripAdvisor report was in 2014 but there were cars parked outside this morning?

Having listened to Andy Murray’s Quarter Final Wimbledon victory on the radio, we eventually fired up the TV to watch the second half of Wales-Portugal. The deed was done and what we saw wasn’t great.

Rain overnight had cleared by this morning and as we stopped to queue at Trentham Lock the stowaway boarded. I noticed a Robin standing on the edge of the cratch he/she then hopped down onto the cratch floor to feast on the detritus from yesterday’s crisps. All fine but I was taken aback when said robin the flew into the saloon. I dread to think what happened over the next minutes but when I returned to take the boat into the lock, the interloper was nowhere to be seen and, as far as I could tell, all valuables were in place.

On the way towards Stoke, the horseflies got hungry. Fortunately for Neil and I, Steve was the tastiest.

Pounds were low through the Stoke flight but we got up the locks with no problems. Between Stoke and Harecastle it started to rain! Not a lot but enough to make me put my coat on. We arrived at the tunnel just as as southbound convoy started – and with one of them taking 50 mins to get through (leaving clouds of exhaust in their wake).

Since Blue Rover went south in May, new profile boards had been fitted at the Harecastle entrance. Our topbox squeezed through with about an inch to spare. The tunnel keeper was happy and we were off.

35 minutes and we were through – out into sunshine and on to Heartbreak hill. Very easy passage down to Rode Heath and the Broughton Arms for tea. (We visited the Royal Oak but weren’t convinced)

On the way, my pic of the day which wins my award for most unnecessary waste of money on a CRT sign:

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I don’t think any but the most naive to day-boat hirer would try to use this lock.

Last full day tomorrow. 🙁

 

Homeward Bound 2 – Days 3 & 4

Rain showers – 0

Sunburn – 2

Music – none.

Left our ‘M69’ mooring at 8.30 heading to meet the 12.23 Birmingham to Leicester train at Nuneaton to collect our 3rd crew member. ‘Found’ the missing Lock 1 at Hawksbury junction but the rest of the trip to Nuneaton was uneventful. Canal and station are on opposite sides of the town so our walk across gave a chance to see the sights. Nuneaton is pleasant enough but unremarkable.

Station meet-up went on time and according to plan. We were back on the boat with full complement by 1.15.

I have to say that IMHO the Coventry isn’t the most inspiring of canals. My highlights were Hartshill Yard and learning what a Laccolith is (Rawn Hill Bridge 37). Having worked down Atherstone Locks we arrived in Polesworth to find (a theme is starting here) it was shut. We had been recommended an indian restaurant but it transpired all restaurants in Polesworth are shut on Mondays. The Monday entertainment was a travelling fairgound which accounted for the large number of yoofs wandering around some of whom were (according to Neil) unnecessarily foul-mouthed. I blame the parents!

Getting hungry, we opted for the Indian takeaway which (we subsequently discovered) was the same place frequented by the ‘Down Trip’ crew back in May. We agree it was very tasty.

Day 4 dawned cloudy but dry and as we set off things seemed to be going very slowly. I don’t know whether it was a shallow bit of canal but for a good 30 mins progress was certainly laboured. Things then improved for a while until the ‘travelling through treacle‘ returned. This time the answer was obvious when we looked. Somehow a plank had wedged itself across the bow acting as a very effective brake for half an hour. Our vague plan to reach Fradley for a late lunch was well and truly sent west.

The upside was a very pleasant late lunch at The Plough in Huddlesford. Fradley came and went. We stopped for the night here:

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Not sure where it is but somewhere near Handsacre and a lovely sunny end to the day.

 

Homeward Bound – the first day and a half

Crew members converted to drowned rat – 1

Convoys joined – 1

Rabbits saved – 1

Classic album of the day – Fuzzy, Grant Lee Buffalo

The trip back started well, Gayton  Marina and it wasn’t raining! In fact it was sunny. Within 5 minutes we passed 2 boats I recognised leading my newly acquired crew member Neil thinking we knew pretty much every boater in the Midlands. Unfortunately the stats have headed steadily downhill since..

The trip up to Norton Junction reversed the trip down. Locks in the dry followed by 4 hours in the rain was swapped for 4 hours dry followed by locks in showers,  some of which were INTENSE. It was at lock 11 that crew member Neil was converted to drowned rat. He was stoic and allowed the warm July sunshine that appeared 10 minutes later dry him out.

Braunston locks were shared with Keith and his family from Edinburgh They were on their first ever canal trip, and loving it. Unfortunately Brauntston was shut. Why doesn’t the Wheatsheaf do food? Ended up at Marstons 2 for 1 family friendly theme pub The Boathouse. It was very average but cheap.

Next morning and not long out of Braunston, we joined ‘The Convoy’. 4 boats travelling VERY slowly. Eventually arrived at Hillmorton where I raised things with the lead boat. The following conversation ensued:

Me: Would you mind letting people behind you come past if they wish.

Him: The speed limit on the canal is 4mph.

Me: I know but you were doing much less than that. (I’d clocked him at 1.7mph)

Him: I don’t think this boat will go much faster.

Me: I’m not asking you to speed up, just be aware of people around you.

Him: Shrug

Anyway, after some discussion and slick lockwork we managed to get out of the Convoy and never saw any of them again. Such is life on the canals.

It was at Hillmorton locks 5/4 that we made the rabbit-rescue. A young rabbit was stuck in a lock by- wash and clearly not happy. I managed to grab it’s ears and lift it out, shocked but alive. It made it into the hedge so fingers crossed it survived the ordeal.

BTW where is Hillmorton lock 1?

Rest of the trip down the Oxford (so Far! ) pretty uneventful though my attempts to identify any of the loops marking the original route of Brindley’s were pathetic failures.

Finally a reflection on modern life: a plot of canal bank with 90ft mooring space. Mains water but no electricity. Offers over £90,000.

You used to be able to buy a narrowboat for that!

So we are up to date moored somewhere about half a mile from the M69 but you’d never think it:

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